In the night sky.
A small, insignificant flame, infused with magical power by its trainer, suddenly blazed brightly and erupted violently!
The intense light released instantly illuminated the night sky in a white blaze!
Julie was caught off guard, and the glare instantly pierced her eyes.
The pain in her swollen, red eyes was unbearable, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
Her vision was blurred...
The griffin's wail echoed through the night sky.
Until she recovered from the intense pain and temporary blindness caused by the glare, Julie could barely protect herself.
She had no energy left to chase the airship.
The situation on the ground was equally grim.
The cunning hellhound was surprisingly agile!
The griffin, transformed by Felin, was even larger and stronger.
However, the hellhound dodged its successive pounces.
Just as Flynn was growing impatient, the hellhound suddenly turned and unleashed a cone of flames at him!
Flynn was caught off guard, his entire body ablaze, his feathers blazing wildly!
"Waaaaaaa!"
Flynn screamed in shock, flapping his wings frantically to put out the flames!
The hellhound grinned.
Its scarlet eyes betrayed a human-like cunning as it charged forward, clearly intent on taking advantage of his misfortune!
Flynn's heart trembled!
Enduring the agony of the blazing flames, he desperately soared into the air.
Narrowly avoiding the hellhound's attack, he dove headfirst into the fire water reservoir near the helipad.
Swish—
The moment he entered the water, the flames extinguished.
The cool water washed over him, and the burning sensation subsided somewhat.
However, Felin hadn't completely escaped his awkward situation.
He was a drowned rat.
Until his feathers dried, he couldn't fly again.
Elsewhere, the ferocious and powerful Winter Wolf stopped Allen, baring its teeth and snarling at him in a menacing manner.
Alan didn't waste time, rushing up to the Winter Wolf and delivering a slap!
Boom!
Explosive palm power erupted suddenly!
Thunder rumbled on the tarmac.
The Winter Wolf was repelled by his palm.
A clear fingerprint remained on its forehead, instantly stained red by the oozing blood.
The bright red bloody handprint was particularly eye-catching.
This monster possessed considerable natural armor and a formidable physique!
It took Allen's blow head-on, yet it managed to stay standing.
Shaking his dizzy head, the winter wolf roared furiously!
Its maw opened wide, and a pale stream of cold air suddenly emanated!
Hound Step!
Alan dodged hastily.
But the hound step wasn't fast enough.
Half of his body was hit by the winter wolf's spray, instantly turning into frost.
A slight stinging sensation, accompanied by a strong numbness, eroded his muscles.
Butterfly Dance!
Three points of magic power poured into his body, and Alan vibrated his muscles at a high frequency.
Speeding up blood flow, he shook off the numbness caused by the sudden freezing.
His frost-covered body crackled like frying beans.
Before the winter wolf could pounce, the frost was shattered, falling to the ground with a rustling sound.
Alan's muscles regained vitality.
Around his feet, a circle of shimmering frost fragments accumulated, slowly melting.
The winter wolf leaped forward two steps, then suddenly stopped.
A hint of fear flickered in its deep blue eyes.
He was afraid.
He didn't dare attack the young man across from him, who had easily escaped the icy blockade.
The winter wolf growled softly.
The nearby hellhound, hearing its companion's call, darted over.
The hellhound and the winter wolf formed a pincer attack.
One spitted flames.
The other brewed a cold current.
Both wolves gathered their strength, waiting for Alan to show a flaw before launching a combined attack!
Alan frowned slightly.
Taking on a single hellhound or winter wolf wouldn't be too much of a challenge.
But going one against two...even he was a bit troubled. It wasn't that he couldn't win.
He would either have to use a trump card beyond his current level, like the recently synthesized Tier 3 "Thunder Blast Wave."
Or he could risk serious injury and kill one wolf first, making the remaining one easier to deal with.
The problem was the Griffin siblings were present, and there was also a beast tamer of unfathomable strength on the other side.
Neither strategy was entirely satisfactory. Just as he was secretly mulling over this, the beast tamer suddenly cracked his whip.
The hellhounds and winter wolves, receiving the mistress's signal, slowly retreated, abandoning their siege on Alan.
Meanwhile, the beast tamer, clad in high-heeled leather boots and swaying like a model on a catwalk, sauntered over to Alan.
She gave him a... kind smile. Allen returned a cold glance, not daring to let his guard down.
This tamer, from her makeup to her figure, to her alluring demeanor and wild charm...
She almost deserved the label of "femme fatale"!
No matter how you looked at her, she was a thoroughly badass, so how could he be so careless?
"Hehe... It's not convenient to talk here, so let's chat telepathically."
The tamer pursed her red lips, a smile in her eyes.
She didn't speak, but Allen could sense her mental fluctuations.
"Telepathy" is a form of supernatural communication.
Only certain sorcerers who have awakened a special bloodline can wield this magical power.
"What do you want?" Allen demanded in a deep voice.
Utilizing the mental bond the tamer had proactively established, he could also respond telepathically.
And so, the two engaged in a silent communication. "I'm in a hurry to catch the next airship, so I can't chat with you here any longer."
The tamer's mental vibrations were understanding and gentle, completely out of sync with her style.
This made Alan feel very strange.
"Get straight to the point," the tamer looked at Alan with hope in his eyes. "Brother Alan! Is that you?"
"You're Alan Panthers from Quint Town, right?"
Alan's heart was pounding!
He was at a loss for words.
How could this beautiful and sexy tamer girl, a complete stranger to him, recognize his identity so quickly?
And she even called him "Brother Alan"...?
She looked more mature, at least three years older than him!
What was going on?
"Who are you?" Alan demanded coldly.
"Hehe~ If you want to know who I am, come to Baiqua."
The trainer touched the storage bag at his waist.
He pulled out a white handkerchief and, using his lipstick as a pen, began to write and draw on it.
"You know some kind of mind-reading skill, right?" Allen thought of another possibility. "Don't expect to fool me with such tricks."
"Stop nagging!"
The trainer suddenly roared back angrily.
"Can't you see I'm busy?"
"You keep nagging, you're so annoying!"
"Just wait quietly, and be a good boy!"
"If you don't behave... I won't acknowledge you as my brother, Allen! Humph!"
The last snort, coupled with a coquettish look, was inexplicably charming.
Alan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately gave up.
"Very good, very good. Obedient children are adorable."
The trainer smiled sweetly at him and pressed the written handkerchief into his hand.
"This is the teleportation path. Keep it safe. You'll need it!"
"Remember! Come to Baiqua as soon as possible!"
Without further ado, she reached out and made a pinky promise with Allen.
"Brother Allen, we've made an appointment. You must come!"
"I'll wait for you for a week."
"If you don't come after a week, we'll never see each other again!"
With these last words, she turned and hurried away.
The hellhounds and winter wolves also followed their hostess's figure, quickly disappearing into the darkness.